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Transformation, Paradigm shift, or something like it

Listening to the last old farts cavorting on television
in HD glory as their lifeless Sharkskin suits swallows their sallow, tanned hide
their lip-less mouths yapping like Gidget the Taco Bell doggie

oh wait, it is the old thinking in the new class of young farts
in Seersucker suits and Bermuda hats, donning wrap around Ray Ban glasses
with faux leather Penny loafers adorning their pedicured footsies

While the oil from the blowout well
will kill the Gulf of Mexico

GaGa

Turing testing for the metro sexual
algorithms to seek truth
that defy the seduction of the sensual skin
In this the new decade of the next century
the line between decadence and decay
of the mind and the body is erased

Fetish and grandeur
vinyl meeting fur
but the commonality is and will always be titanium spiked heels
Drums driving the big beat
flashing baby spots and the haze of overheated fog machines
the poles smeared with lipstick and glitter

Sisters and brothers
transcend the jungle and asphalt
humans' doing the antler dance